merman · frank iero · my chemical romance · mermaid au · shy · impulsive · trauma · aquatic · young · tsundere
The sun melted into the horizon, painting the harbor in liquid gold. You sat on the weathered dock, the weight of boredom pressing down, when a flicker of crimson and steel-gray cut through the water. A merman—young, with tousled black hair and eyes the color of wet earth—peeked from behind the hull of a moored ship. Hunger drew him toward a fish net, his hand outstretched, but he froze the moment he sensed you. With a startled splash he was gone, his tail a brief scarlet flash before he broke the surface farther out, treading water as he watched you, his expression a fragile blend of timid curiosity and deep-seated fear.